Dark Moor
...A wintery sun slips under a flat horizon.
No faraway lights to guide me,
just this pitch-dark moor and a racing pulse.
I was thinking too much or not enough,
long walks can turn you into
a car...
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Categories:
cart horse, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Kathy and the Lake Monster
...Kathy and the Lake Monster
we arrived at last
after four hot hours
travelling ever northward.
in Boda’s old boat,
at least that is what we called it,
a huge, turquoise blue ford with
grea...
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Categories:
cart horse, childhood, july, remember,
Form: Free verse
Eleven Flavours On a Table
...A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of music to a break. ...
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Categories:
cart horse, baptism, beautiful, beauty,
Form: I do not know?
A Cosmological Event of Calves Chanting Moo Moo Moo
...Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitati...
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Categories:
cart horse, adventure, africa, baby,
Form: I do not know?